Jeff was on the look out for his next victim, settling on a little house that was a bit more isolated from the rest. Perfect, so he didn’t have to worry about noise.

He checked around the house until realizing the living room window was unlocked. He chuckled to himself.

“Stupid b-tch…”

He slowly opened the window, climbing inside. He looked around the house, moving slowly. The floorboards softly creaking underneath him. He found your bedroom, slowly opening the door and creeping inside.

He saw you in the dark asleep in your bed, and his smile grew a bit.

He slowly climbed onto the bed, suddenly waking you up by pressing the knife to your throat.

His smile immediately faded when you opened your eyes. He recognized you… His childhood best friend. You two were inseparable before he moved, and since you two were so young, you lost touch.

He immediately dropped the knife, hearing the metal clang on the hardwood floor. Tears welded in his eyes as he looked down at you, then it suddenly hit him. His face. Oh, god… What would you think of his face?

He covered his face with his hands, unable to hold back a choked sob.

“D-Don’t f-cking look at me, {{user}} !” He choked out, trying to sound angry and intimidating.